Laughing at Myself, Oh I'mma Laughing at Myself
You gotta laugh at yourself, folks. Let's just cut to the chase here. On Thursday, December 14, I was an idiot. I rose early that morning and got myself ready for work. It was still dark, cold and windy outside, so at least there wasn't any frost to scrape off the windshield with an old credit card or CD cover. I got in the car, grateful for heated seats, and made sure the radio was tuned to Bob and Sheri so I could have some laughs on my 26-mile commute into work. Five seconds into driving off, I heard a horrendous noise under the hood; that rattle/roar/tapping that strikes fear into the heart of the car owner. I stopped the car, put it in park, and revved the engine just a touch. No noise. Put it in drive, headed out again, and there was the noise. No smell, no warning lights coming on. What the...? Y'all probably know what kind of words were coming out of my mouth at this point. I think I made up a few. God was probably staring down at me in vast disappoi